Chapter 539: Wu Fan in the Eyes of Others

"Sir, are you competing with Lord Kasha again?"

Every time at this time, Veras always has a gentle smile that can heal people, wipes the dirt on my face with a white handkerchief, and then prepares hot bath water for me.

"Hey, Xiaofan, you are naughty again. When will we stop worrying about you?"

If Vilas is like an angel, then the little ghost is undoubtedly a little devil. She used a tone like a mother who saw her naughty son who came home late and was covered in mud, then stretched out her delicate jade fingers and kept touching the bag on my head.

, I poked it here and there curiously, and the soft little fingers touched the painful area like dots and caresses. The sensation was itchy and painful, which made me confused whether I should push it away or not.

"I really hope you can come back victorious one day."

Finally, the little ghost sighed, looking angry, but his eyes were full of smiles. This little guy has a sharp mouth, but he is actually most afraid of loneliness. As long as he talks to her, he can often see her.

When she shows a satisfied and happy expression, in a sense, she is a very easy little animal to raise, of course, provided that you have the ability to feed her with diamonds.

"I'm afraid you'll have to look forward to it for a long time."

I also sighed. We had no ambition to win against each other. We just thought that by being promoted to the pseudo-realm, we would be able to get closer to the old drunkard. Unexpectedly, we were still abused. As expected, we were with an old monster who had lived like this for hundreds of years.

In comparison, he is still a bit young. If you want to win, you may have to have an absolute upper hand in strength.

"Come on, sir, the bath water is ready."

Veras came out of the bathroom, with a slight drop of fragrant sweat on her forehead. She still had clothes in her hands, and even a change of clothes was ready. As expected of Veras, if there was anything she couldn't take care of, she couldn't.

Help me wipe myself.

Ahem, I can only think about this idea in my heart. If I bring it up to Willas openly now, in front of the little ghosts and the others, I am afraid she will close her eyes tightly in shyness and subconsciously wave the pan over.

By the way, since acquiring the golden pan made by Muradin himself, Vilas's attack power has been greatly enhanced, especially with the flying skill, which can turn the opponent into a golf ball if not careful. The person who created the special weapon for her originally

Is the decision really the right one?

Therefore, I could only extend my magic hand to the little ghost, but the little guy seemed to have guessed my intention. Before taking action, he flew out with a melodious laugh, hid behind Vilas, and winked at me with bright eyes.

Head.

This little guy, I just let her play with the bag on my head, but now she doesn't even want to wipe my body. It's like eating a king's meal. After eating, she wipes her mouth and runs away.

Generally of bad nature.

I had no choice but to hum a little tune and go into the bathroom alone, thinking about how to punish this little guy later.

"Speaking of which, Xiaofan, have you recovered your debt?" The little ghost's voice came from outside, and then there was silence.

Of course Rogge is not called "the third stingy" for nothing, but the problem is the debt collection target, the second stingy. I sighed deeply and felt that the road to revolution has a long way to go.

On the other side...

Because of Yaluo's incident, Farah, who had been hiding for a long time, finally emerged from nowhere in the dead of night. In the quiet night and deserted gravel paths, he strolled along, stroking his sad gray hair with his hand.

Bearded, he looked up at the blood-red full moon in the sky, with a poet-like melancholy in his eyes, as if he could spit out a beautiful hymn from his mouth at any time.

Rogge was silent at night, as if the noise during the day was just a dream, which made people feel extremely unreal, and sometimes it was even unclear whether he was dreaming or awake for a moment. Farah seemed to be immersed in this feeling.

But unfortunately, travelers in a hurry at night broke all this.

When he heard the footsteps, the other party was already less than a hundred meters away from him, and he didn't seem to be trying to cover up his footsteps. Farah was startled, but only for a moment, he calmed down again.

In Rogge Camp, even where tens of thousands of adventurers and strong men gather now, there is probably only one person who can do this.

"Drunkard, what's going on? I rarely see you hanging out so late at night." He said hello to the dark figure in front of him.

"This sentence, I will respond to you in the same way. What are you doing in this place by yourself? Have you finally reduced yourself to highway robbery because of your tight pockets?"

Kasha's pace seemed slow but was fast. Before Farah finished speaking, he had already crossed the distance of 100 meters and came to Farah. He looked at the other party's eyes with pity and won the semi-finals gambling.

She has a lot of money, and now she has the consciousness of a rich person.

"Hey, what's going on with you?"

Farah was about to respond to Kasha's teasing, but suddenly looked at her in surprise, as if she had seen something incredible.

Kasha's current appearance can no longer be described as dusty. His clothes are stained with mud, and there are even scratch marks on several exposed arms and even face. Although the adventurer's recovery physique, these scratches are

The traces have long been intact, but the traces left behind cannot be hidden from an experienced hand like Farah.

"Oh, this?"

Kasha subconsciously patted her clothes a few times, and the dust and mud immediately shook off with her movements.

"Well, I just had a competition with Mr. Wu." She said casually. Although she underestimated the enemy at first and made herself a little embarrassed, the boy also paid the price for it. The bag on his head doubled as before.

more than.

"Is that so? No wonder I just felt that there seemed to be someone fighting in the distance. At first I thought it was the restless adventurers who were fighting in groups." Farah suddenly realized and smiled.

"However, even if your opponent is Mr. Wu, your appearance is too exaggerated."

Among the entire Rogge, probably only Farah knew the extent of the strength of the sloppy old drunkard in front of him. That was still decades ago.

"Don't be wordy, I'm just a little careless. I didn't expect that boy's pseudo-realm to be so special." Kasha's old face pulled, and he groaned in dissatisfaction.

"Oh, what's so special?" After hearing what Kasha said, Farah suddenly became curious.

"Forget it, you will know after the next level. I have to go back and clean it up first. It is extremely uncomfortable to have all this dirt stuck to my body." Kasha frowned as he patted the endless dust on his body.

"Looking at you, you don't seem to be happy. After all, you taught Mr. Wu, and he has reached this point, shouldn't you be happy?"

Seeing that there was no trace of relief in Kasha's eyes from beginning to end, Farah couldn't help but become more curious.

"In normal times, I might have had two drinks to celebrate, but I'm not in the mood now. It's not the right time for Mr. Wu to improve his strength this time. I'm afraid that kid Carlos is really in danger this time."

As Kasha walked, he passed by Farah, answered without looking back, and then sighed.

"Why is my life so miserable? It's obviously something worth being happy about, but I can't be happy about it. I worry about this and worry about that..."

Listening to Kasha's complaint, Farah suddenly laughed with schadenfreude: "Haha, who asked you to teach so many students, and each of them has a rebellious personality, unlike me, now I have nothing to worry about."

"Just brag, that's fine, I won't disturb you anymore. Also, Akara asked me to tell you that during the finals, you, the elder, should at least come out and show your face. Don't stay in the room all the time and let the others

People think that the dignified elders of the alliance are looking for death and survival because of the death of their students..."

Gradually, Kasha's voice disappeared into the darkness along with her figure. Farah stood there for a long time, and finally sighed quietly, and her figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air. On the empty path in the middle of the night, there was only

The cool night breeze of the grassland was left, blowing through the grass and causing wrinkles in the grass...

The date of the finals is getting closer and closer, and the mood of the adventurers is gradually getting higher. Although the "legendary cloaked man" has not appeared in the past few days, it does not hinder everyone's conversation.

However, the current hot topic has become one-sided. No one is arguing about who will win or lose between Carlos and the man in the cloak. They are betting on how long this battle will last and whether the man in the cloak will survive.

It's just a matter of how long you can stand in front of Carlos.

There are many reasons for this situation, but they all stem from the intuitive feeling of the two battles in the semi-finals.

On the other hand, at the end of the second game, Sharna's arrogant and arrogant attitude in front of everyone, although it aroused many people's disgust, seemed to make more adventurers even more obsessed with it. These days, arrogance

There are many strong women, and almost all Amazons are like this, but such an arrogant and strong woman... no, she can already be called a queen.

She is born with an arrogant and indifferent temperament, without any acquired sculptures or artificiality, but there is only Sharna. Coupled with her extremely beautiful appearance and admirable strength, other adventurers are obsessed with it and can't stop.

It is also a reasonable thing.

Therefore, relatively, the more popular Sharna becomes, the more envied the man in the cloak who asked her to abstain from the semi-finals will be. Whether rationally or emotionally, the results of the finals will matter.

It had been planned in the minds of these people that the cloaked male druid was beaten into a pig's head by Carlos. Sharna was angry and heartbroken, and then she took advantage of it.

Well, although this is something that is so perfect that it is illusory, as a man, no matter what type of man he is, I am afraid that he will have sex like this occasionally.

Of course, it is not that there are no supporters. Some adventurers who claim that the cloaked man is very powerful and who have no hidden cards and can tell at a glance that they are the cloaked man's friends still have the consciousness of death - at least in the eyes of other adventurers.

Here it is, put hundreds of gold coins or a few gems on the cloaked man.

The adventurers all expressed their understanding of this emotional favoritism. After all, if everyone suppressed Carlos, they would not make much money. However, they still expressed surprise at the number of friends the cloaked man had.

In the camp, Lu Gaoin's, Kurast's, Demon Fortress, Harrogath's, Grandpa's, there are actually fox tribe, werewolf tribe, dwarf tribe, and even the beautiful little elf sister, that cloak

What is going on with the man? Could it be that he is the legendary man in a cloak with the face of a hundred tribes after Her Royal Highness Raphael, the princess of the hundred tribes?

Those adventurers who saw that the cloaked man was always accompanied by a few girls who were more beautiful than angels secretly and maliciously speculated like this with a sour heart.

With all kinds of thoughts, speculations, rumors or gossip, the pace of time did not stop here, and soon came the night before the finals.

Although it’s a bit embarrassing to say this, my current mood is like that of a little kid who couldn’t sleep because he was excited about hiking. After saying hello to Vilas, I slipped out of the small jungle near my home and started walking alone.

I hope the quiet night can calm my nervousness at the moment.

Of course, what I didn't know was that on the other side, from where I was at the camp, was the training camp in the north area of ​​the camp opposite, and Carlos was also walking in the night.

Although Carlos looks very heavy and calm on the surface, only he knows how nervous he is now. Tomorrow's battle can be said to be related to the fact that he has been struggling in pain for decades, but still survives.

meaning.

There are only two outcomes for him in tomorrow's game, win or die. This is his determination.

As long as I can win, as long as I can see her, no matter if I use despicable means, no matter if I am despised by everyone, fame, glory, these illusory things, for decades, I always look at the sky with empty eyes.

For Carlos, who came over, it didn't matter anymore.

He couldn't help but turn his gaze to the sky in the distance again, which was filled with black rumbles. This was natural because it was night, but no matter the color of the sky he saw, whether it was black, gray, white, or blue, it was always the same.

Separated by a huge gap, it didn't feel like the same world at all.
To be continued...